So after four nights of trying I finally out smarted the marsupial in question. I don’t think he was too happy about it, but hey life is full of disappointments, even for opossums. Thankfully I found a home for him (I’m calling him a him. I have no idea how to sex a opossum, and him is correct grammatically [yes in a very patriarchal way]). So thanks to Sherry for providing him fresh garbage compost and a yard that should be suitable. On a side note if you look at the pictures closely you will see that Asheville City Council candidate Gordon Smith seems to have already locked up the caged marsupial vote (Dear Carl Mumpower I am sure the rabid raccoon vote is yours for the taking).
So I am sitting typing away at the keyboard when I notice the sound of a cat scratching in the litter box coming from the kitchen. This nothing new as that’s where one of the litterboxes is, and I think nothing of it, until I happen to realize that all three of our cats are within two feet of me (Hank on top of the monitor, Kaurah on top of the PC tower, and Simon on my lap…their usual spots) and I think to myself “well, that ain’t right” and walk into the kitchen to investigate. Wherein I find a cute young opossum digging in the cat box, at which point I say, out loud to myself “That’s a fucking opossum!” I shut the door (the cats don’t even seem to notice, which is funny because if another cat comes within 50 feet of the house they seem to notice that) and grab a broom, wake my wife, realize that I have nothing on my feet (I don’t want to face down a opossum barefoot) and realize I have no idea how to get a opossum out of the house, or how it got in in the first place. I didn’t think trying to pick it up would be an especially bright idea…so, apparently during my fruitless brain storming session, the little fella went back down into the basement (I had left the door open) which is where I am assuming he/she came from in the first place. I guess tomorrow I find a way to trap it, and find it a new place to live. Anyone want a opossum?
Sorry for the short notice. We were just asked to recruit poets and writers for an open mic for May 28th. The event is being staged to raise funds for Green Opportunities. Please come and read (3-5 minutes each reader) and pass this on to others as well.
I just wanted to lie down in the bones of your memory, maybe walk around for a while
kick the tires
get some work done.
Thanks to this fabulous new Mormon underwear unexplained erections are down 30 %.
I am a silence that tunnels forever
or a forest in which all the trees have been replaced with Bette Davis lookalikes…I can never remember which.
I once discovered a skull in my back yard. I was digging a hole to China, and there it was tucked in the dirt and ash. I was 8 and it was ancient.
Four is too hard.
the world needs more Hindu’s
You should be prepared for failure.
It all moves under the surface, or is understated. Like that time you found yourself in Kansas for no particular reason. You knew you went to bed in New Hampshire, but you awoke in Kansas, and everything about you was Kansas. Your Kansas hands, Your Kansas thighs, your Kansas lips…Oh, how I did want to explore Kansas. But you know you, with your hunger for flying, and my fear, how you had moved on into deeper locals. everything about became legend, I couldn’t even find you in the book. So I stayed behind and thought about that night in Kansas city, after the disaster, when everything reeked of smoke, rott, and blood, and I found you leaning there like a broken tree, and I tried to put you back together. I tried and tired. Such a foul machine is love.